Jimmy and I are having a baby girl, which is a statement I can't believe I'm lucky enough to say. We found out at an ultrasound last week, and though I am not an emotional crier, I sobbed. The only thing I could even say was, "I've always wanted a girl."
This baby girl is an answer to a lifetime of prayers.
The greatest gift my parents ever gave me was my brother. Growing up, no matter where we were, he was my constant. My home. He was always with me, sleeping one room, one bed or one foot away.
The night our grandparents (Nama and Nampa) took us to the circus, and I got sick from cotton candy, he let me sleep on his top bunk. In high school when I was in charge of Drama Issues and needed more actors, he took his place on the stage. The night I was over-served in college, he came and picked me up and took me home. The night my dog died, he came to my house at 2 in the morning. The night I gave birth to Oliver, he got me a quesadilla at midnight. When I was faced with flying on a plane alone with Oliver for the first time, he came with me. I would not be me without him.
I know Oliver will be an unbelievable brother too.
A girl. A sister. A daughter. A family. My heart is full.